[Lloyd Banks:]I Been Problem Since The Old Days Pimps And Gold CapsNow Im In Oj Simpson ThrowbacksYa'll Was Wonderin Where My Ass BeenProbally Vacationin On South Beach Gettin Head Like AssBreathin Through Gas I Can Let The Tech Pound Ur EgoLock You In The Closet With The Westnile MosquitoThe Press Crowd The People Espicially Celebritys Im Heavily Shittin On Any Tom Dick Or GregoryNigga You Better Be StrappinThey Want You Dead If You RappinIm Tryin To Cave Your Head And Your Back InIm Gettin Bread And RelaxinAnd Attractin A Fan Base Of Females Wit Emails And Letters To Fax InIn Vegas With A Toaster N A BluntAnd The Hotel I Checked In Got A Roller Coaster In The FrontHollerin Poster When I Stunt The Sammy Sosa Of The MonthBetter Yet The Hoe Teas And Nigga Im Still Breathin Even Though My Dollars Are GreenI Rap For The Kids Thats To Poor To Waste Eggs On HalloweenIm Gettin Swallow CleanMy Habits Are Good Collectin All The Carrots I CouldSlidin From The Stash Box To Conceal ExtortionAnd A Good Silencer To Make It Sound Like The Wheel Of FortuneAll This Careless Talkin Cause Im Travelin And FlossinHavin A Good Time And U Havin A AbortionYou Sucker For Love Gettin Married And Divorced ThanYou Cant Even Afford The Batteries For Ur WalkmanMan Im Out The Hood Burnin Cali Weed On Slauson When Set Trip Can Turn To Tragedys And Coffins, LookI Mean What Im Sayin You Schemin Im Sprayin Ur Team Isnt PlayinOn The Sofa Screamin And And Prayin SayinGunit Niggas Be Rollin Crazy Holdin 80s Older Ladies Starin Cause They Starin In That Gold MercedesSince 50 Hooked Up With ShadyNow They Tryin To Brook Up To Pay MeIf U Think Im Sugar U Crazy BabyThe Boy Strapped Two NinasSmokin Out A Bag Big Enough To Fit In Vacuum CleanersI Wear A Glove When I Blaze A Fatty,I Aint Ur Baby Daddy, U FlippinNow He Tryin To Grab Me Out That Navy Caddie, I Aint Ur Avy,Poppa Was A Rollin Stone,Stockin Up The Hona Home,Pocket Full Of Loaded Chrome,Drop N Get A Hold A Dome,I Know Ur Motive Homes,U Mad Cause Im Fuckin Half Ur Motorolla Phone,Im Swift With The Wemon Im Good Wit My Words, Alota,Niggas Is Hatin On What I Deserve Im Hotta,Front If U Want End Up On The Curb In Ur Prada,And Ur Mans Runnin Ambulance Come,Another Day Another Dollar On The Low From The ImpalaI Can Have A Six Some In My Shower, Mother Fucka!

[50 Cent:]Nobody Get Hurt And Nobody Don't Move,Just Give It Up Smooth G UnitMotherfucker You Move, I'll Flash My 2 And Blast My 2 G UnitNigga You Don't Know Me, And I Don't Know You, You Think You Know My Crew G UnitI'll Send A Nigga That You Thought You Knew To Come Through And Put A Hole In You G Unit

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